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The Life Of An Aviator Seemed To Me Ideal. It Involved Skill. It Brought Adventure. It Made Use Of The Latest Developments Of Science. Mechanical Engineers Were Fettered To Factories And Drafting Boards While Pilots Have The Freedom Of Wind With The Expanse Of Sky. There Were Times In An Aeroplane When It Seemed I Had Escaped Mortality To Look Down On Earth Like A God.

Life Is A Culmination Of The Past, An Awareness Of The Present, An Indication Of A Future Beyond Knowledge, The Quality That Gives A Touch Of Divinity To Matter.

I Know There Is Infinity Beyond Ourselves. I Wonder If There Is Infinity Within.

On A Long Flight, After Periods Of Crisis And Many Hours Of Fatigue, Mind And Body May Become Disunited Until At Times They Seem Completely Different Elements, As Though The Body Were Only A Home With Which The Mind Has Been Associated But By No Means Bound. Consciousness Grows Independent Of The Ordinary Senses. You See Without Assistance From The Eyes, Over Distances Beyond The Visual Horizon. There Are Moments When Existence Appears Independent Even Of The Mind. The Importance Of Physical Desire And Immediate Surroundings Is Submerged In The Apprehension Of Universal Values.

In Honoring The Wright Brothers, It Is Customary And Proper To Recognize Their Contribution To Scientific Progress. But I Believe It Is Equally Important To Emphasize The Qualities In Their Pioneering Life And The Character In Man That Such A Life Produced. The Wright Brothers Balanced Sucess With Modesty, Science With Simplicity. At Kitty Hawk Their Intellects And Senses Worked In Mutual Support. They Represented Man In Balance, And From That Balance Came Wings To Lift A World.